Submissions by Landothyl

Lingering in the soft glow of moonlight,
lost in the soft dreams of silent stars
Endless prayers of plight
with their warm whispers, echoing from afar.
The familiar moans of promises carved,
the flowing stains of wine,
from the wrists of the divine
as you cry for us to dance to the beat of our hearts.'

Its six feet to the floor,
to the circle, number four.
Your wings are what I adore,
they make me love you,
so much more.

In my rapture hear me cry,
Take my hand, close our eyes
In flames I watch you dance
Love gave us,
a one last chance,
For us to bleed, in our Romance.

It's my heart you present,
for show and tell,
It's your voice I hear,
in Hell.

People just seem to pass by me
like leaves in the wind
some crash into you, but they all fall to the floor
you might pick some up
take them with you, and keep them
but as all leaves, they dry up and die
and gently fade into dust
without you noticing
when you look again, through the door
they are gone

Lifted by the wind again.